Niniel smiled back, finally feeling comfortable. Dynaviir wasn't treating her as if she were made of glass any longer, which relieved her greatly. She'd had enough of that in her life, thank you.
"I--I have a-a-a horse, yes. Sh-sh-she's stabled r-r-right over there," Niniel replied, gesturing in the general direction of her gray. It was dim, and there were several horses in that area, so it was hard to tell which horse she was pointing at. It wasn't intentionally misleading, it was habitual. Mistrust had been ingrained in her mind since she was young. Well, younger. She didn't know what her childhood had been like.
"What's her name?" asked Dynaviir curiously.
"She d-d-doesn't h-h-have one."
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